Quotes About Transformation

it was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon his character and conduct...

For man is that ageless creature who has the faculty of becoming many years younger in a few seconds, and who, surrounded by the walls of the time through which he has lived, floats within them as in a pool the surface-level of which is constantly changing so as to bring him within range now of one epoch, now of another.

The whole art of living is to use the people who make us suffer simply as steps enabling us to obtain access to their divine form and thus joyfully to people our lives with divinities.

Once we pass a certain age, the soul of the child we used to be and the souls of the dead from whom we spring come and scatter over us handfuls of their riches and their misfortunes, asking to bear a part in the new feelings we are experiencing: feelings which allow us, rubbing out their old effigies, to recast them in an original creation.

As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec, the dried-up seeds and sagging tubers that my girl-friends would become. But, now that it was time for buds to blossom, what did that matter?

Pero de pronto lo recordé, las irreductibles asperezas de un mundo inhumano se aniquilaron mágicamente; las sílabas del verso llenaron luego la medida de un alejandrino; lo que el verso tenía de sobra se desprendió con tanta facilidad y tan ágilmente como una pompa de aire que sale a estallar a la superficie del agua. Y, en efecto, aquella enormidad con que yo había luchado no era más que una sola sílaba.

His strength was restored and, with it, all his desires to live; he went out, began living again, and died a second time for himself.

He felt the inspirations of his youth, which had been dissipated by a frivolous life, stirring again in him, but they all bore now the reflection, the stamp of a particular being; and during the long hours which he now found a subtle pleasure in spending at home, alone with his convalescent soul, he became gradually himself again, but himself in thraldom to another. He

For a man cannot change, that is to say become another person, while he continues to obey the dictates of the self which he has ceased to be.

To see how pretty an old woman once was, it is not enough just to look at each feature; they must be translated.

Ideas come to us as the successors to griefs, and griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some part of their power to injure the heart; the transformation itself, even, for an instant, releases suddenly a little joy.

And then, while she was making them some orangeade, suddenly, just as when the reflector of a lamp that is badly fitted begins by casting all round an object, on the wall beyond it, huge and fantastic shadows which, in time, contract and are lost in the shadow of the object itself, all the terrible and disturbing ideas which he had formed of Odette melted away and vanished in the charming creature who stood there before his eyes.

Proust's life changed due to a very large inheritance he received (in today's terms, a principal of about $6 million, with a monthly income of about $15,000).

Às vezes erguia eu os olhos a algum vasto apartamento antigo cujos postigos não estavam fechados e onde homens e mulheres anfíbios, readaptando-se cada noite a viver em outro elemento que de dia, lentamente nadavam no denso licor que, ao anoitecer, surde incessantemente do reservatório das lâmpadas para encher as peças até à borda das suas paredes de pedra e vidro, e no seio do qual eles propagavam, deslocando os corpos, redemoinhos untuosos e dourados.

Pikiran itu sendiri adalah tempat; di dalamnya ia dapat mengubah neraka menjadi surga atau surga menjadi neraka

Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rs Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thing The Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.

And from these corporal nutriments perhaps   Your bodies may at last turn all to Spirit   Improv'd by tract of time, and wingd ascend   Ethereal, as wee, or may at choice   Here or in Heav'nly Paradises dwell;

Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light,   Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.

Out of our evil seek to bring forth good

Rose out of Chaos:

El espíritu vive en sí mismo, y en sí mismo puede hacer un cielo del infierno, o un infierno del cielo. ¿Qué importa el lugar donde yo resida, si soy el mismo que era, si lo soy todo, aunque inferior a aquel a quien el trueno ha hecho más poderoso?

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements, these piercing Fires As soft as now severe, our temper chang'd Into their temper; which must needs remove.

Farewel happy Fields   Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail   Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell   Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings   A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.   The mind is its own place, and in it self   Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame   They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art,   Concocted and adusted they reduc'd   To blackest grain, and into store conveyd:   Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth   Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone